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150 words | fluff + sfw | some visions of what i think dating draco is like
𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲
in which — the daughter of severus snape, the infamous hogwarts professor and head of slytherin house, has come to hogwarts. when unexpectedly sorted into gryffindor house, she finds herself forming an unlikely friendship with harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger—yet a watchful slytherin boy can’t help falling for her, much to the amusement of his friends..
contains — snape’s daughter!reader, gryffindor!reader, a whipped draco malfoy and five teasing friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), golden trio, a brief quidditch game, appearances from neville longbottom, the weasley twins, hagrid, and more
word count — 4.7k
Everyone knew who you were before you had even arrived at Hogwarts. Daughter of Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the School, teachers and students alike were anxiously anticipating your arrival.
Rumours flew about regarding your character almost immediately leading up to your first year. “I heard that she once hexed a Muggle boy a few years ago because he accidentally broke her toy broomstick. It was a huge ordeal — the Ministry even had to get involved,” said a boy in your year on the first train-ride to the castle, shooting weary looks towards you from his crowded compartment of eager listeners.
It was nothing less of a shock, however, when you finally arrived. Completely the opposite of your father, every student you introduced yourself to was shocked to learn that you shared the same surname as the Professor whose horror-stories of experiences with other students had spread like wildfire through generations of parents and siblings before you.
So, when the Sorting Hat took a solid few minutes debating on which House to sort you into, the Great Hall was engulfed in astonished silence when the bared mouth of the wrecked fabric shrieked out, “GRYFFINDOR!”
𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 — 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲
in which — the daughter of severus snape, the infamous hogwarts professor and head of slytherin house, has come to hogwarts. when unexpectedly sorted into gryffindor house, she finds herself forming an unlikely friendship with harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger—yet a watchful slytherin boy can’t help falling for her, much to the amusement of his friends..
contains — snape’s daughter!reader, gryffindor!reader, a whipped draco malfoy and five teasing friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), golden trio, a brief quidditch game, appearances from neville longbottom, the weasley twins, hagrid, and more
word count — 4.7k
Everyone knew who you were before you had even arrived at Hogwarts. Daughter of Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the School, teachers and students alike were anxiously anticipating your arrival.
Rumours flew about regarding your character almost immediately leading up to your first year. “I heard that she once hexed a Muggle boy a few years ago because he accidentally broke her toy broomstick. It was a huge ordeal — the Ministry even had to get involved,” said a boy in your year on the first train-ride to the castle, shooting weary looks towards you from his crowded compartment of eager listeners.
It was nothing less of a shock, however, when you finally arrived. Completely the opposite of your father, every student you introduced yourself to was shocked to learn that you shared the same surname as the Professor whose horror-stories of experiences with other students had spread like wildfire through generations of parents and siblings before you.
So, when the Sorting Hat took a solid few minutes debating on which House to sort you into, the Great Hall was engulfed in astonished silence when the bared mouth of the wrecked fabric shrieked out, “GRYFFINDOR!”
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Draco Malfoy x Reader
— Draco’s Christmas Eve drags you into last-minute shopping to help him find the perfect gift for Narcissa.
"This is beneath me."
You didn't bother looking up from the shop window display of enchanted snow globes, each one containing a miniature winter scene that shifted and changed every few seconds. "You've said that four times in the last ten minutes, Draco."
"Because it bears repeating." His tone was arctic, matching the bite of wind that swept down Diagon Alley. "Malfoys do not engage in last-minute Christmas shopping like common—"
"Like common people who forgot their mother's gift?" you supplied sweetly, finally turning to face him.
Draco's pale cheeks flushed, though whether from cold or irritation, you couldn't quite tell. His grey eyes narrowed dangerously. "I didn't forget. I merely... postponed the selection process."
"It's Christmas Eve."
"I'm aware of the date, thank you."
"The shops close in two hours."
"Also aware."
Draco Malfoy x Reader – You said yes to the wrong boy and Draco Malfoy proves exactly why that was a mistake. 2.5 wc
The Slytherin common room was quieter than usual for a Friday evening, the crackling fire casting dancing shadows across the dark leather furniture. You sat curled in your usual spot on the sofa nearest the hearth, Potions textbook balanced on your knees, though you hadn't turned a page in the last ten minutes.
"You're doing it again."
Draco's voice cut through your distraction. He didn't even look up from his own work, quill scratching steadily across his parchment.
"Doing what?" you asked, though you knew exactly what he meant.
"That thing where you stare at the same page and pretend to read while your mind is clearly elsewhere." Now he did look up, grey eyes sharp and assessing. "What's wrong?"
This was the problem with having Draco Malfoy as your closest friend for the past five years - he noticed everything. Every shift in your mood, every hesitation, every carefully constructed lie before you even opened your mouth to tell it.
"Adrian Pucey asked me to Hogsmeade tomorrow," you said finally, closing your textbook with a soft thump.
Draco's quill stopped moving. The silence stretched just a beat too long before he said, with studied casualness, "And?"
"And I said yes."
You watched his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. He set down his quill with deliberate care, leaning back in his chair with that particular brand of aristocratic indifference he'd perfected over the years.
birthday boy - draco x draco's girl!reader x theo.
all characters written aged up 18+ tw: cheating, sex, smoking
your boyfriend had been struggling for weeks on end to think of the perfect birthday gift for his best friend's 18th. so when the idea, finally hit him harder than the rogue bludger did during last week's quidditch match - draco found it impossible to dislodge it from his head.
can you do a draco smut where him & female reader are ex’s and she walk in on draco fucking another girl at a party and she’s all heart broke n jealous but plays it cool. and later at the party they’re playing truth or dare and she’s asked about who out of like 3 guys (draco is one) is best in bed & she says draco 😳 and they just crinkly fuck? sorry for being rlly specific imma horny bitch
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Blurb: They admit that the other was the best fuck they’ve had and they relive that once more. Contains choking, blowjobs, fingering and sex and lots of dirty talk and calling the reader a slut A/N: I love a good Draco Malfoy smut, thank you. Reader is in slytherin because it just fits with the story. Also this has not been proofread :/ I feel like this isn’t my best, but I tried :(
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“Oh, uh,” I didn’t know whether to focus on the heat rising to my cheeks or the sinking feeling in my tummy, “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t look away.
“Get out!” His voice brought me back to reality and I quickly shut the classroom door. I started walking down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. All I could think of was the way his hands were pushing her skirt up and the way her hands were tugging in his hair and all I could think of was how that used to be me.
Deciding to go to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of water on my face, refusing to let any tears fall from my eyes. Draco and I had stopped seeing each other for six months now, he could do whatever he wanted to do. Or do whoever.
I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, forcing my heaving chest to slow down. I took one last look at my reflection and before trying to fix my hair I stood up straighter and walked out.
We were broken up and Draco didn’t need to know that he still had any effect on me.
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𝓦𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜
in which — with the yule ball nearing at hogwarts, many boys plan on testing their luck at asking your hand—yet to no avail. when your friends overhear a fellow slytherin boy plan on asking you, who has a history for leading girls on, they set off to sabotage his chances..
contains — six overprotective friends (draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, pansy parkinson), slytherin!reader, a brief quidditch game, appearances from an invisible harry potter, marcus flint, fred weasley, ron weasley, hagrid, and more
word count — 3.9k
“Did you see the way she blocked that Quaffle? It was brilliant,” the voice of Adrian Pucey, Chaser of the Slytherin Quidditch team, echoched through the changing rooms.
“She’s brilliant,” Marcus Flint, Chaser and team captain, said.
Theodore Nott, who had been running a towel through his freshly-washed hair following an intense Quidditch practice, rolled his eyes at the conversation. His ears perked up, however, when he suddenly heard your name brought up.
“Planning on asking her later tonight?” Pucey asked, the sound of his voice becoming muffled as he pulled a fresh shirt over his head.
“Yeah. Just hoping no one’s beat me to it,” Flint said, as he packed his emerald green Quidditch robes away.
“I don’t know, a lot of people have been planning on it. I overheard a group at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast saying that Cedric Diggory was going to ask her,” Pucey said.
Butter and Banter
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draco’s got an arm lazily looped around your waist, his freehand tangled into your hair as he yanks your head back to hold you up – the two of you on your knees in the middle of the quidditch changerooms as he thrusts his thick cock between your wet folds while you whimper and struggle to speak. slytherin wasn’t even playing today. no – the match was gryffindor versus ravenclaw, so while you should have been watching your golden boy boyfriend flying around with the hopes of catching that damned little snitch to win the game: instead, you were cockdrunk with his arch enemy.
“malfoy, fuck, slow down…”
yeah right; like that was going to happen. another whine is plucked from the back of your throat which tickles out of your lips after a particularly rough thrust; his hips smacking your ass – causing you to fall forward on all fours to break your fall. this doesn’t stop draco though. he’s in one of his moods. fuck authority and fuck you. he’s got a cigarette he stole from theodore earlier in his mouth, burning away – ash dust sprinkling across your back and he smacks your ass hard enough to earn a yelp while he continues to fuck the cum that’s dripping out down your thighs back into your pussy.
“aww, look – the lion’s little witch being stuffed silly by a serpent. wait until the other boys get here love – this little cunt’s going to be so stretched you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.”
mhmm.. getting fucked by slytherin’s elite behind your precious boyfriends back? girl – what a dream.
ℭ𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 / 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔣𝔬𝔶
summary: you and draco have always been aquatinted through your families, although he never gave you a second glance. after a glow up the summer before 3rd year, he pushes to get you to go out with him, just for your families... right?
pairing: draco malfoy x reader
word count: 1k
warnings: y/n, lowkey overused trope quite a few times
a/n: my first published fic on this account! i know some of the tropes, especially towards the end are overused, but i still think it's cute. i tried to keep draco as not weird canon as possible, but i still make mistakes.
dead wrong — steve harrington x reader
summary: steve harrington is down horrendous for you, his best friend. his love is not as unrequited as he thinks.
contains: best friends to lovers, mutual pining (but mostly steve pining), steve’s pov, fluff galore, idiots in love, reader is good with the kids, reader is a skater like max, reader hurts her wrist and steve is a worried lovesick idiot. cw! descriptions of wounds/blood, mentions of hospital, reader wears steve’s clothes. she/her pronouns used.
a/n: first long fic yay!! I am extremely proud of this so pls love it 🤍
fem!reader 5.3k words
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Steve Harrington is totally, most definitely, not in love with you. Just friends, he thinks, best friends. Best friends who hold hands and sit far too close together.
Speaking of, you push further into Steve’s side, your scent washing over him. Your hand squeezes Steve’s, and he thinks, never mind. Maybe he is in love with you. So in love with you it fucking hurts.
A chorus of shouts erupts around him. You and Steve are watching Eddie, Robin and the kids play beer bong, only without the beer. It’s soda. Dustin starts doing a stupid victory dance while half of his peers laugh and the others cringe. Steve cringes. You laugh. All high and lilting and adorable. Steve has to remind himself to breathe.
ᴛʜᴇ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs sᴜɴsʜɪɴᴇ
Pairing: Theodore Nott x hufflepuff!reader
Summary: an unexpected spark between rivals turns into something far softer than either of you expected. from banter to bruises to a quiet confession under candlelight — you learn that even the coldest hearts can burn warm.
Warnings & Tags: fluff, tension, protective!theo, jealousy, comfort, soft confession, slight language, italian!theo, theodore nott, theodore nott x reader
Word count: 1,3k
Notes: this is my first ever fic i hope i did goodd so feel absolutely free to leave any suggestions to make my fics even better my dollies 🥰
You and Theodore have been the complete opposite of each other. Since your very first year at Hogwarts, he’s never missed a single chance to get on your nerves. From your houses to your habits, everything about you both seems to clash — and yet, somehow, that’s what makes it impossible to stay away. He is cocky, rude, arrogant — basically insufferable. Whereas, you are the sunshine: kind, honest, genuine, and empathetic. Both of you are top of your classes, both prefects — rivals, perhaps. But maybe something else, too.
Today’s Potions class had been cursed from the start — mostly because Professor Snape decided to pair you with Theodore Nott. You already knew that it’s gonna be a long lecture as Snape mentioned your name and his name.
You watched him walk over to you with that lazy smirk on his face. “Guess you’re stuck with me, Tesoro,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Lucky me,” you muttered, not even looking up. “Let’s get it over with quickly.” He says as he starts collecting the material.
As you worked together, the usual bickering somehow faded into quiet focus. His teasing comments came softer now, less sharp, almost like he forgot to be annoying. After some time when you leaned in to inspect the potion your sleeve catches a spark just for a second but you’re pulled back by a strong arm immediately, your head snaps back in surprise. It’s Theo. His arm still rests around you, fingers tight for a moment longer than needed. For once, he doesn’t look smug — he looks almost… worried.
“Careful principessa” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. You blink and nod slowly as your heart stumbles over itself. His hand drops away, and the air between you feels heavy with something unnamed.
By evening, the warmth of the classroom had faded into the golden hush of the Great Hall. Candles floated lazily overhead, you sat with your friends, half focused on the conversation, half distracted by the memory of his hand pulling you close.
Suddenly you’re snapped out of your thoughts when someone calls out your name, when you look in that direction you see Cedric Diggory, your housemate. You weren’t particularly close, but friendly enough to exchange smiles in the corridors, you found it a little weird but brushed it off. Cedric’s voice is light and cheerful as he slides onto the bench beside you.
“Didn’t expect to see you spacing out in the middle of dinner.” You blink, startled for a second before smiling. “Oh— yeah, just… tired. Long day.”
He chuckles. “Bet you’ve been overachieving again. Always so focused.” His tone is teasing, but his gaze lingers for too long. You giggled softly. “Maybee. Someone has to make Hufflepuff proud.”
“Trust me, you’re doing a great job of that already,” he says smoothly, his hand brushing against your bare knee as he makes it look like an accident.
You stiffen for half a second it’s small, maybe accidental. But then it happens again, more deliberate this time, his fingers grazing your skin. But before you can react, another gaze has already found you. Across the hall, Theodore Nott watches with his jaw tight from his table, The muscle in his cheek ticks.
“So,” he says, leaning in just a little, “no plans for the next Hogsmeade weekend yet?”
You blink, caught off guard and answer awkwardly. “Uh no, not really thinking about it.”
He grins. “You should come with me then. I promise I will take good care of you.”
You force a small smile, your voice quieter. “—I don’t know, Cedric…”
“Oh, come on,” he says, but the tone is more insistent now. “It’ll be fun. Besides—” his eyes flicker down briefly “—we could also have some fun afterwards you know..”
That makes your breath hitch, not in a good way. You shift slightly, trying to create space, your heart beating a little faster from discomfort.
That’s all it takes.
Theo’s chair scrapes back sharply against the marble floor. The entire Great Hall seems to be quiet as he storms toward the Hufflepuff table, his strides long and deliberate. In one swift motion, he grabs Cedric by the collar, his voice low but seething.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to keep your hands to yourself?”
The chatter dies completely. All eyes are on them — on you — as Theo stands there, protective fury burning in his expression.
“What the hell, mate—” Cedric starts, but he doesn’t get to finish. Theo’s shove sends him stumbling back, eyes flashing with fury. “Keep your hands off what’s fucking mine” Before anyone can process what’s happening, Theo’s fist slams into Cedric’s jaw, the crack echoing through the Great Hall. Gasps ripple instantly as Cedric stumbles back, then lunges forward, grabbing Theo by the collar. Students gasp, benches screech and professors rush to separate them. When they are finally pulled away, they are both gasping for air and bruised.
The sight of Theo makes you freeze. He looks wild, angry, furious. “Hospital wing. Now,” McGonagall says sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Theo doesn’t say anything just throws a sharp glare toward Cedric before turning away towards the heavy oak doors. As both of them are escorted away you sit there feeling heavy the murmurs about the fight fading in the background all you can think about is Theo’s face — how he looked so furious, protective and hurt.
You shouldn’t think about it much but you can’t help it and before you know your feet are carrying themselves towards the infirmary through the dim corridors. When you reach the infirmary you stare at the door for a minute before wrapping your trembling fingers around the door handle, pulling the door open and it lets out a creak which draws the attention of Madam Pomfrey and those ocean blue eyes.
You quietly ask Madam “Can I come in? Please?” To which she sweetly and gently replies, “Of course my dear!” When you step in your heart thuds faster, as your gaze falls upon him. You walk towards him the sound of your footsteps being the only sound in the room. Sitting down beside him, the mattress dips with your weight.
For a moment you just stare at him taking in all the bruises spread on his jaw, cheeks, the split lip and blood smudges. Somehow he still looks so breathtaking in this moment of vulnerability too.
The silence hangs in until you finally decide to break it.
“Why did you do it.. for me..? I thought you didn’t like me..” you mutter, hesitating to meet his eyes.
“Because he shouldn’t have touched you.. No one can..” he muttered “because you’re mine tesoro..” his voice dropping low and gentle protective.
The silence falls in again, heavy and before either of you can process you’re leaning in closing the little remaining distance and his mouth finds yours, his mouth hot and desperate against yours. The kiss is full of feeling, longing and protectiveness, his one hand slips to the back of your head tangling in your hair and the other to your waist pulling you impossibly closer.
When you both pull back panting softly, the world feels hushed — like even the air is afraid to break the moment. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling in the small space between. There’s a glimmer in his ocean blue eyes, something raw and unspoken.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, voice low and raw with honesty.
Your heart stumbles a little, warmth blooming in your chest as your fingers brush his softly — hesitant, but sure.
“Is this like a confession?..” you whisper with a tiny chuckle, cheeks still heated.
“Consider it as one..” he says back with pure affection.
You both can’t help but smile as you both snuggle closer and he plants tiny kisses all over your face — cheeks, nose, and your forehead.
“I love you Bambina, my sunshine..” he whispered against your skin and for the first time, the world feels entirely still, just you and him, wrapped in something tender and pure.
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Draco Malfoy x fem!reader
Draco has been your date to...well everything, since you could walk. It is purely platonic. You are friends. Best friends. Right...?
CW! Pining, clumsy reader, Draco is emotionally constipated, alcohol. Let me know if there's anything else! reader and Draco are childhood besties. Reader is in Slytherin. Ending is a little rushed, lazy proof read.
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°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·。
“You are my date, right?”
Your chin slips from the cradle of your palm–elbow hitting the wood, a hiss of pain escaping your lips. Blissful reverie broken by his voice. There’s ink smeared all over your parchment, maybe your hands. So much for taking notes. Well, can you be blamed, Professor Binns is about as interesting as a mule’s bottom.
“Well?”
Your attention snaps up to Draco. The sun illuminates him into a very pretty, very impatient angel. You blink at his shiny hair, before humming a small, “What?”
He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly, “To the Notts’ Annual Gala. You are going to accompany me, yes?”
His tone makes it sound obvious. Maybe it is. You’ve been his date to everything since…you could walk, pretty much. It’s like an open secret, the two of you slotted into place. A universal fact. For convenience, obviously. You don’t want the trouble of finding an appropriate date to a posh gala, and he doesn’t want to give girls false hope. You’re just friends. Best friends.
Yeah. Platonic dates. That’s it.
“You don’t have to ask,” You reply, gathering your stuff. He scoffs, running a hand through his hair.
“My mother’s taught me better than that, darling. You should know.”
You raise your brows in a challenge. He gives you a look, before huffing. Then he moves, hunching in around you, one hand braced on the desk, the other rubbing at your cheek. His thumb ghosts over your skin, gentle. You feel sudden heat rise to your face.
“What are you doing?” You shove him away lightly. You glance around, anywhere but him. There’s only a few students still here, scrambling to get their things and leave. No one is paying you any attention.
“You’ve got ink all over your face. Doesn’t look very elegant.”
You let your jaw hang open in feigned offence. You shift to cross your arms over your chest, but it sends your–luckily closed–inkpot flying. You wince. Draco snickers.
“Well, if you want a date for the gala, you better wipe that smirk off, Malfoy.”
“Is that a threat, L/N?”
“I’m sure I could get someone to go with me.”
His brows raise this time. But something dims in those storm-bright eyes of his. A dark haze of some emotion. You try not to think about it.
“I’ll apologize,” He concedes, “You are a very graceful girl, Y/N. Even if you have ink on your face.”
You hum, unconvinced. He rolls his eyes, then sighs dramatically.
“I am truly sorry, dear. Don’t you leave me for some prick.”
Your heart flutters in your chest. His words linger dangerously close to jealousy. But maybe it’s just your traitorous little heart, and you’re reading far too much into this.
“And you’re not a prick?”
“No, darling.”
You shake your head in disbelief. He doesn’t respond, simply grabbing your books from your hands. The hefty volume doesn’t look nearly as big as it does in your hands. You don’t know whether to flush or be envious. He hauls up your things and holds out his free hand.
“Coming?”
You clear your throat, tearing your eyes away from those pretty hands, “Yeah.”
°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·。
The topic comes back up a week later.
One of the warm evenings where the entire group—from Pansy to Enzo—have gathered in the common room. The fireplace casts long shadows over the room, lacing with the soft blue glow of the Black lake. You love these evenings, leant against Pansy, talking about everything and nothing.
“I swear it’s true!” You articulate wildly, Pansy belly laughing behind you, “Go ask Cormac, he’s still covered in the goop.”
“I’m not doubting you, L/N,” Blaise replies, hands raised in surrender, “I’ve seen you cast slugs into your own belly.”
“Hey!” You shout, indignant, “I was in second year, you bastard!”
You glance around at your friends, hoping someone will jump to your defense, but they’re all far too busy laughing. The traitors. You sigh in defeat, shifting back against Pansy, knocking your elbow into the poor girl’s gut in the process. Three of the traitors—not Draco, because he’s much too busy shaking his head in exasperation—double up on the laughter.
“Sorry,” you wince, rubbing at her stomach, hoping you look apologetic.
Pansy grumbles, “Next time you maim me, I will spill pumpkin juice on the dress you got for the gala.”
Your mouth hangs open, aghast. But you don’t have time to respond because Theo is speaking already—miraculously recovered from his fit.
“You’re coming? Mrs. L/N didn’t mention you in the RSVP.”
“Oh, I’m going as someone’s date.”
Pansy throws you off, forgetting all about your elbow and—thank Merlin—your dress, “A date? Whose date?”
You roll your eyes. They ought to know by now. Like you’ve ever gone with anyone else. You sigh, flop down back down.
“Dray’s.”
You want to tack on a ‘duh’, but you forgo sounding like a five year old. While Pansy hums, the boys sit up straighter. As though they know something you don’t. It makes your brows knit together. You cast a quick glance at Draco, but his eyes are fixed on the fireplace.
Nothing abnormal. He always looks like he’s contemplating his existence.
Right?
“You didn’t tell us.” Enzo has the biggest grin on his face. You are worried it will rip his cheeks in half.
“What’s there to tell?” Draco says, voice low. You nod vigorously in agreement. The boys are not convinced. Pansy looks like something’s dawned on her.
“She’s never been listed as your plus one, before, Dray.” Blaise replies, “Made her the missus, have you?”
The oddest squeak leaves your lips. You jolt up, somehow managing to knock Pansy off the couch entirely. She screams about tossing your dress in the Black lake, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Your ears feel hot. Is everyone else feeling hot? Merlin, they should extinguish the fire.
The group rounds on you, but thankfully, Draco comes to the rescue.
“She’s been my date since I was two, what’s new about it?” He sounds tense.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Blaise says, awfully pleased, “You know, I’ve known Pansy since I was two, she doesn’t call me ‘Blay’, now does she?”
“That’s because it sounds ridiculous,” You retort, but your voice wobbles, “All of you are absolute–”
“What is so abnormal about familial alliances?” Draco interrupts, “All of us have them. All of us have been forced to go to a gala with a specific date before, haven’t we? Let’s act mature about it.”
Forced. By his parents.
The flush in your throat is replaced by…unwelcome sadness. It thickens till it’s like a tight lump you can barely swallow around. It aches, and you hate that your eyes are welling up. You know it’s true, you always have. You are friends, best-friends. Obviously. It’s platonic, you shouldn’t be disappointed.
So, why is it that you can’t breathe?
You see the alarm appear on your other friends’ faces, the lightness giving way to something unhappy. You’ve never been good at hiding tears. You need to get out of here before Draco sees.
“It’s getting late,” You say, forcing a smile, but it’s too twisted, “I’ve got assignments, and I’m really tired, I’ll head up, yeah.”
“Y/N–” Pansy reaches for your hand, you shake it off.
“Good night, see you tomorrow, bye.”
You hear the protests of your friend group, hear the screech of armchairs being pushed. You rush to your dorm, and manage to make it up.
Not without tripping on the last step.
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The gala draws around like everything inevitable.
You would have looked forward to it. The Notts’ house is grandiose and you love the gardens with a ferocity. The red, pink and white roses, marble fountains. You like the food they serve too, familiar enough to feel it on your tongue just at a thought. But it only makes your skin crawl.
Forced.
You shudder in the silk of your dress. Merlin, the dress. You had fallen in love with it on sight, delicate cream fabric that rustles like leaves in the autumn breeze. Or the ripples of a lake. It hugs all the right places, accentuates all the others. You love it. You wanted to wear something your mother bought, for once.
But now, it just feels like dead weight.
Draco joins you by the door, apologising for being late. You nod and smile and try not to trip as you enter. You don’t take his elbow when he offers.
His brows furrow, but he does not comment, “You look beautiful, darling.”
“Thanks.” You’re bad at pretending. Really bad.
“What? Do I look odd?”
“What! No!”
“I didn’t get the complement I was expecting.”
He looks perfect. The sleek black suit is perfectly tailored and the color of his shirt matches your dress. His hair is set, but not too much. You still want to muss it up, and you would have. But his easy smile only makes you hurt.
Forced.
“You’re good.” You manage. His frown returns.
You’re inside soon, and it’s easy to be whisked away from him. You meet your parents, accept the passing flutes of champagne and wine, most of all, keep your distance. You search for Pansy in the fray, but don’t find her. So you find other past times. When the musicians string up a quartet, you dance with Theo instead of your own date.
Then you dance with Enzo. Then with Blaise.
By then you’ve had three glasses of champagne, so you are open when he starts talking.
“Try not to step on the feet, love,” He says, smiling as he leads you onto the floor.
“No promises,” you reply, placing your hands on his shoulders.
“So…you haven’t danced with Draco yet.” Blaise says it more of a statement than a question, but you answer anyway.
“No.”
“Why not?”
You shrug. You don’t have an answer to that question. You shouldn’t be mad at Draco, you have no reason to be. This was for convenience, right? Always had been. You should just suck it up. Not like he could ever have feelings for you.
Blaise sighs, then regrets it because you step on his foot. You murmur a half hearted apology.
He shakes his head dismissively, “He’s emotionally challenged, I know.”
“Constipated,” You agree.
“But he didn’t mean what he said. He’s not the brightest–”
“He’s plenty bright.”
“Yeah, to you, because you’re bloody in love with him.”
“I’m not–” You duck your head, heat rising to your cheeks at the same pace as sadness swells in your chest.
“Don’t you lie to me,” Blaise warns, no real heat to it, “It’s obvious to everyone but the two of you.”
You sigh this time, thoroughly defeated. Your steps slow, and it’s only Blaise’s movements that keeps you gliding across the floor.
“I want it to stay that way,” You say, “He’ll never like me back.”
“Merlin’s sake.” Blaise rolls his eyes, fond but frustrated, “Look, I don’t think I can tell you something that Draco should, but you need to talk to him.”
“I do talk to him.”
Blaise raises a brow in challenge, “You’ve been avoiding him since that evening.”
“Well I–”
“He was a git, a sad sorry git. But you should give him a chance. He’s moping even now, look.”
You turn to follow Blaise’s gaze. Draco is standing in the far corner, wine clutched tight, jaw ground tighter. He does look mopey.
“Go talk to him.”
Blaise releases you, giving you a tiny nudge. You wonder if you should protest, but Draco looks too pitiful to be left alone. You are too attached to do it. So you offer Blaise a small smile, whispering a small ‘thanks’ in parting.
You don’t get very far.
A waiter’s tray crashes into you, spilling wine all over the cream dress. You yelp in surprise, jumping back from him, apologies cascading in a colourful string from your lips. Your hands wring the fabric hopelessly. Wine stains are wretched, even the most powerful cleaning spells can’t get rid of them fully. You want to cry. You are going to cry—
A coat is placed over your shoulders, the too familiar scent of citrus and smoke engulfs you.
Draco.
“Watch where you’re going,” He snaps to the waiter, though you’re certain it was your fault. He catches your shoulders, gently guiding you to an exit.
You barely make it out to the gardens before the ugly sobbing starts. Draco’s hands cradle your face, eyes wide.
“Darling, no, we can fix it, I’m sure–”
“Am I just a convenience for you?”
Salt and snot stream down your face, and you hate it. You must look horrible. You want to hide, run away. You want to turn back time to when everything was simple. Instead you just watch his expression morph, concern mixing with confusion.
“What?”
“Were you forced to be my friend?”
“Merlin, Y/N, no! Of course not.”
“Then you were forced into the dates and the–everything else. You didn’t want it. You didn’t want me.”
His brows furrow, his hands shifting from your face to your shoulders, as though clutching you tight enough could knock sense back into you. ‘
“No. What makes you think that?”
“You said it.”
For a moment he continues to stare at you in confusion. Then he pulls away entirely. You fear you’ve done it. You’ve scared him away, made him realize it was always a farce. It’s done, you’ve lost not only the one boy you’ve ever loved, but also your best friend. Way to go.
“I–I’ll go–” But he holds up a hand.
He stares at you dumbfounded for a second longer, “I wouldn’t–It wasn’t just. Merlin, I couldn’t be forced to spend every weekend with someone, Y/N.”
“I’m sorry,” He says after a moment, and it’s your turn to be confused, “I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way.”
“What?”
“You are so–” His fists clench then unclench like he just doesn’t know how to convey what he feels, “–You are everything to me, Y/N. Everything I ever choose has led to you, and I make bad decisions when people put me under pressure, I say stupid things.”
“You’re not stupid.”
“Not the point, dear. The point is, I want you in every sense of the word.”
Your eyes widen. You don’t think you’re understanding this, so you shrink into yourself, laughing nervously. You must look mad, laughing through the tears.
Draco curses—very unlike him—then strides forward, seizing your face with both hands, pulling you in until your lips meet his.
He tastes like wine and feels like everything right. You want to dissolve into the ground beneath your feet, meld your body into his. You tangle your hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands shift to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You only break apart when neither of you can breathe.
“I would pick you as my date every single time,” He says, placing his forehead against yours. You laugh, genuine this time.
“I’d say I would do the same, but I think you ought to suffer.”
He groans, dramatic as always, “Must I? You’ve been dancing with other people all night.”
You sigh, pretending to be very conflicted on the matter, “Fine, I guess I could spare one dance.”
He grins, swooping back in for a kiss, “Lets get to it then.”
You guess you’ll always be Draco Malfoy’s dates to these events. You just wonder if it was ever platonic.
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𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 — 𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜
in which — playing as keeper for the slytherin quidditch team is never easy. yet, when someone places a hex on your broomstick mid-match—almost injuring you—your teammates take matters into their own hands..
contains — five protective boys (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire), a vengeful friend (pansy parkinson), mentions of heights & falling, hexing, a physical altercation & bleeding, appearances from mcgonagall, hagrid, madam hooch, and cho chang
word count — 1.8k
A collective gasp rang through the stands, the audience full of shades of emerald green and navy blue watching in shock. Lee Jordan swore loudly into the enchanted megaphone he held as he commentated the match — the sight so jarring that not even McGonagall reprimanded him over his choice of words.
“What the-,” Mattheo Riddle, who was flying closest to you, hovered his broomstick beside yours.
You, however, couldn’t respond, as you were too busy trying not to fall thirty feet down from your broomstick. You bent downwards, holding onto the handle for dear life.
The Quidditch match had been going smoothly — Slytherin was in the lead against Ravenclaw by 20 points to 0, and the weather conditions were ideal for one of the last match’s of the season.
As keeper, you maneuvered your broom in front of the three goalposts on your team’s side when suddenly, the broomstick had started moving out-of-control.